i'm so thrilled just look at him man he looks perfect

anonymous asked:

Okay so I'm in the bath and would love some of your incredible words to fill this writing prompt: Eggsy as the cute as pie Lush worker and Harry as the put-upon gentleman looking for a gift for someone (I guess someone he doesn't know very well) or following a mark into Lush (I don't know, he's just there!) and eggsy is forced to greet him as per lush law. Cue dates and baths together forever, all the fluffy feels xoxoxoxo

To be entirely honest Nonny, my first reaction to this was “hell nah” not because the prompt isn’t amazing (as is the next one you sent) but, unpopular opinion time, I personally cannot stand Lush. I mean I like the concept just fine, workers are usually friendly, but to me it all smells the same and when I go into a shop with my earbuds on, it usually means that nope, I do not want a demo done on me. Let’s just say my antisocial ass when shopping has had one too many bad experience with salesclerk who couldn’t understand my simple “I am looking for now, I’ll ask as soon as I need help”. Like I get you want to show me your cool products, but can I get an idea of which one I want to know more about before you bombard me with them? … Anyway rant over, sorry about that Nonny.

But soon after I saw the #agegapapril post from @deepdarkwaters and well, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to write a little something and make a Nonny happy :D

Also, I’ll probably use the bingo cards as inspiration for little snippets in this Lush verse, so stay tune Nonny, you’re getting a several stories this month :D They won’t be long though because I gotta focus on the bang, but I do hope you like them!

Day One - Velvet

The posh gentleman that just stepped into the shop looks as if he’s inadvertently walked into a warzone and Eggsy cannot really blame him.

Even after a few months of working at Lush, he sometimes internally cringes at his own coworkers. Not that he’s really any better, after all, an enthusiastic greeting is one of Lush Law, but there is something to say about being able to read your customers’ body language.

For example, now that the posh gentleman has declined his offer to help with a look that is very reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights, he needs to back off or the man will bolt out of the shop at the first occasion. The poor bloke is clearly overwhelmed and doesn’t seem the sort to like being reminded that he is out of his depth.

So instead of badgering him, Eggsy leaves him to peruse the shelves at his own pace and goes to help a group of giggly teenagers. He keeps an eye on the gentleman through all the awkward flirting though and as soon as the girls are out of the shop with more bathbombs than they really need, he goes to arrange something or another on a shelf close to him him.

His wait is rewarded when the man finally turns from the products he had been staring at for the last five minutes and politely clears his throat to get his attention.

“I am sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you had a few minutes to help me out.” He’s smiling all sheepishly now, as if ashamed to have refused his help at first and Eggsy finds himself answering his smile with something more genuine than the ones he gave the girls a few minutes ago.

It’s either that or he’s afraid he’ll make an embarrassing noise over how cute the man looks now that his dimples are showing. And really the man must have a good twenty years on him. Eggsy doesn’t mind one bit, but the gentleman might take offense to being cooed over.

“Sure, I’d be happy to. Have you find anything you’re interested in?” He might have been standing in front of the massage bars, but Eggsy doesn’t want to assume anything.

Maybe he should have though, because the gentleman waves vaguely at the massage bars as he replies and he tries very hard not to imagine how those hands would feel on his skin.

“They all seem great, but my partner’s skin is quite sensitive and I trying to determine if ‘velvety oil’ or ‘luscious melted butter’ will cause a reaction or not.”

Eggsy ignores the pang of disappointment at hearing about the man having a partner, but really handsome as he is, it’s not really surprising. Anyway, it’s not like he was thinking of giving him his number or something. The last thing he wants is to be written up for inappropriate behaviour, which shockingly enough, can happen fairly easily.

“Well, none of those should cause a reaction, except if they’re allergic to any of the ingredients. I got a friend who breaks into rashes at the littlest thing, but she swears by those.”

“He’s not allergic to anything, no… Which one would you recommend?”

Usually, that would be the time he would ask about what kind of scent he and his partner might like, but for once he’s got a pretty good idea of what they might enjoy. Maybe it’s stereotyping since he imagines his partner to be equally as posh as him, but he doubts they’d be a fan of the strawberry one anyway.

“Shades of Earl Grey,” he says as he takes one to offer the man. “I’d also recommend buying a tin for it, so you can keep it somewhere handy without fearing it will melt on anything. Oh and I know there’s no risk of a heatwave in the middle of winter, but the stuff does melt at body temperature, so I’d keep it in the fridge during the summer when you don’t plan on using it.”

The man has sniffed the bar tentatively during his little speech and Eggsy gets a little thrill when he nods in clear approval of his suggestion.

“I’ll take this one then. And a tin.”

He’d offer to give a little demonstration of the product on his hand at least, but the suit he wears seems to have cost more than what he’s earned since he’s got the job and he’d hate to stain it by accident. He also might have the slightest fear he’ll make some inappropriate sounds if he was to actually touch the man and he’d really like to keep his job, thank you very much.

That and the man is already moving toward the cash, obviously not wanting to spend a minute more here now that he’s got what he wanted.

He makes short work of ringing his order up and giving him his bag, but the ‘have a nice evening’ dies before it can even form on his lips when the man takes his hand between his for a gentle shake.

“Thank you for all your help…” It takes him a moment to realise that the man is waiting for his name, but anyone would be thrown off at having their hand suddenly held by someone they’re trying very hard not to fantasize about.

“Eggsy.” It’s a bit choked off, but the man doesn’t mention it, nor does he say anything about how unusual a name it is.

“Thank you again Eggsy. I’m Harry,” he gives a little press on his hand before letting go and Eggsy has to bite back a disappointed groan. “If we like this,” he gives a little shake of his bag, “I’ll probably be back to look at more.”

“I’m usually there all week except on tuesdays.” As soon as the words leaves his mouth, he has to fight the impulse to bash his head against the counter, because really Harry already told him he’s got a partner, there is no point in flirting.

But Harry seems genuinely pleased by that tidbit of information and seriously dimples should be made illegal.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Good evening.”

“Good evening.”

He’s pretty sure he’s imagining the reluctance in how Harry turns away to leave, or projecting his own wish for him to stay longer on him, but there’s no imagining how Harry looks through the window once he’s outside and meets his gaze one last time before starting to walk away.

Nice Going, Boys

This seemed like a good idea at the time, so… yeah.

Eren winced slightly as the cold edge of the countertop dug into his spine, but the slight discomfort was forgotten the moment Levi covered Eren’s mouth with his own. Melting into his boyfriend’s touch, Eren kissed Levi back frantically. The raven’s teeth scrapped against the brunette’s, coaxing Eren to let Levi slip his tongue into Eren’s mouth and further deepen the kiss. Eren mewled into Levi’s mouth, panting slightly as their tongues tangled together.

Breaking away from the kiss with a small gasp, Levi turned his attention to the sensitive skin right under Eren’s jaw and began trailing kisses and bites down the brunette’s neck. Eren shivered at the sensation and curled his arms around Levi’s waist to lock the grey-eyed man against him. Levi’s grip on Eren’s hips tightened in response, his nails digging into the skin hungrily. The raven’s teeth pricked Eren’s skin deliciously as Levi nipped at his neck, and Eren turned his head and arched his neck into Levi’s touch to give the raven better access to his throat, whimpering softly all the while.

Levi’s hands began to slide up Eren’s hips to inch under the hem of Eren’s sweater. The brunette pulled away with a squeak of surprise. “L-Levi! In the kitchen?

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seventeen hogwarts houses

this has been done so many times but I can never seem to find one I really agree with so I’m making my own with justifications ok.

this ended up at 1.8k which is more than i wrote for my last essay and if that doesn’t say something about my priorites and motivation then idk what does.

also last thing i promise but i do mtls for seventeen, bts, exo and knk so ask me stuff pls i rly enjoy doing it :)

alternatively; a surprisingly effective method of first learning about a kpop group, 10/10 would recommend.

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monsters and madmen-our version of love (isn’t too sweet) prt 1-H2OVantoonz

Rating: M. 

Warnings: Everyone’s evil. again. Still set in the Gang!AU. Gore, kind-of smut, and Top!Cartoonz abound in this fic.

Notes: Yup. Part 1. this bad boy is nearly 5k words. the other half is 5k as well. 

Cartoonz was crouched down in between two half-dead scrub bushes, balanced nearly 10 feet off the ground, looking into his binoculars for his partner in crime. He was half-expecting to hear the sirens wailing through the air, but the meth farm was silent, save for the strains of country music floating out over the farm yard. He tensed up as he saw movement over by the porch, not three feet from where a redneck was sitting. The figure turned and Cartoonz was biting back a nasty grin in the next second as he caught a glimpse of white and red and blue.

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Heavenly Commentary: Deathly Hallows Pt1
  • Sirius: I can't believe he broke the mirror.
  • James: Didn't really need it, did he?
  • Sirius: Still. I liked that mirror.
  • ***
  • Lily: That's a nice little tribute.
  • Albus: Yes. Elphias always was a generous man. Although Rita Skeeters is far more thrilling.
  • James: Harry thinks otherwise.
  • Albus: He will learn the truth. That no one is without regret. Rita Skeeter was surprisingly quick.
  • Cedric: Even dead we can't get rid of her.
  • ***
  • James: I never thought I'd see Harry trying so hard to save these people. After everything they’ve done to him.
  • Lily: Our son is better than us both.
  • ***
  • James: That was downright emotional for Dudley.
  • Albus: I imagine that he is beginning to see through the veil of his youth. One’s parents are not always correct.
  • ***
  • James: The guard is all here.
  • Lily: Obviously. Oh yeah. How was Moony’s wedding?
  • Sirius: Simple. You know him. Not an extravagant bone in his body.
  • James: I'm betting Tonks got an extravagant bon-OW!
  • Lily: Shut up!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Seven Harry Potters fly out of a house. What does Voldemort do?
  • Albus: He will assume they will give the real Harry to Alastor. As he is the strongest wizard present. He is unable to understand that strength is not the factor here.
  • Sirius: I don't understand. Who is taking Harry?
  • Albus: Hagrid of course. There is no one there who loves Harry quite like Hagrid.
  • ***
  • James: Even dead you're right.
  • Albus: It appears not all habits die hard.
  • ***
  • Lily: I have a bad feeling. Nothing is ever this easy.
  • James: Oh shit. No!
  • Hedwig: Hoot hoot.
  • Cedric: Trust me. I know.
  • ***
  • James: I thought he was going to die.
  • Lily: How did Harry do that? He didn't look in any shape to defend himself.
  • Albus: I have my theories. But imagine the suspense if I choose not to share them.
  • Sirius: I never said this when we were alive but, you're a dick.
  • Alastor: I said that constantly.
  • Albus: Old friend! It's terrible to see you here. Welcome to the party.
  • Alastor: Where are we?
  • Albus: The next great adventure. Your appearance is rather disconcerting with two normal eyes.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor George.
  • James: Everyone is going crazy. They've been betrayed.
  • Sirius: And of course Snape cursed his ear off. Part of the plan Albus?
  • Albus: Let's find out.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Grieve later fools. Fight the war now.
  • Cedric: Constant vigilance?
  • Alastor: Exactly.
  • ***
  • James: Remus says Harry is like me and yet he makes it sound like an insult.
  • Lily: Because it was. Something is broken inside of him.
  • ***
  • Sirius: They've done all this?
  • James: They're children going to war. What do you expect?
  • ***
  • Lily: That had the feeling of a kiss goodbye.
  • Alastor: Smart girl.
  • ***
  • James: Happy birthday harry.
  • Lily: He's all grown up now.
  • James: But he's still our boy.
  • ***
  • Sirius: You left them stuff?
  • Albus: But of course. A few trinkets I hope will be of use. Oh Rufus. If only you put this energy into helping me.
  • ***
  • James: The Snitch he swallowed. Damn it but that's genius.
  • Albus: Thank you.
  • Lily: “I open at the close”?
  • Albus: I have always appreciated a healthy use of theatricality.
  • ***
  • Lily: Of course Luna would recognise him. I really do adore that girl.
  • ***
  • James: Do you remember our wedding?
  • Lily: I'll never forget it.
  • James: I wish we could have had something like this. Not the rushed one we had.
  • Lily: It was perfect and I'll never think otherwise.
  • ***
  • Albus: Ah fate. It is always nice to know when one is on the right path.
  • Sirius: ...ok?
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh...Albus is this tr-
  • Alastor: Enough.
  • Cedric: But Prof-
  • Alastor: Enough! There are bigger problems right now.
  • James: The Ministry has fallen.
  • Cedric: Then it's over.
  • Albus: No Mr Diggory. Now it begins.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Excellent Miss Granger. She's prepared.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why are they being so nice?
  • Sirius: It’s not actually mercy if they can't actually kill them.
  • ***
  • Albus: Charming, Alastor. But those would not stop Severus. Given his innocence they wouldn't need to.
  • Alastor: What?
  • Cedric: I'll fill you in.
  • Hedwig: Hoot.
  • ***
  • James: Oh man, do you remember that picture?
  • Sirius: Last day of our first year. We were children.
  • James: But not for very long
  • ***
  • Lily: I remember that letter. What happened to the rest of it?
  • James: Probably Snape. Greasy bastard.
  • Albus: ...
  • Sirius: Just because he's on a secret mission to save the world doesn't mean he can't be a bastard.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Regulus, oh God. You did...why didn't you tell me?
  • James: Like Hermione said. He was trying to protect you
  • Albus: Did you find your younger brother Mr Black?
  • Sirius: No.
  • Albus: Wherever he is, I honour him. I would never have been able to drink that potion alone.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh Remus...no.
  • James: Why would he...
  • Lily: Har- oh no.
  • Sirius: Moony...
  • James: You did good Harry. You did the right thing.
  • ***
  • James: No. No!
  • ***
  • Alastor: Fools! Do they think these kids are going to school?
  • Sirius: They don't think. Wow, Kreacher looks...happy.
  • Cedric: I guess that's what happens when you're treated with common decency.
  • ***
  • Lily: Do you think they're ready?
  • Alastor: As ready as they'll ever be.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Don't ask a teenage boy what he was doing in the bathroom, Hermione. You may not like the answer.
  • Lily: I swear I will hit you.
  • ***
  • Albus: Let the games begin.
  • ***
  • Lily: Those are muggle bodies. I think I'm going to be sick.
  • ***
  • James: That's why he was so eager to get to work. His wife is on trial.
  • Lily: It’s not a trial. It's a sentencing.
  • ***
  • Lily: Holy shit. It's her!
  • Cedric: Why can't they just take the locket and run?
  • James: Because they don't know if she still has it. And stealth is still needed.
  • Albus: Also because that man is the Minister himself.
  • ***
  • Alastor: I think I preferred it when Crouch Jnr had it.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Mr Weasley is terrifying.
  • James: I think Harry agrees.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well so much for stealth!
  • James: Don't look at me like that! He's your son too!
  • Sirius: They might actually make it out.
  • Lily: Crap! Yaxley has them! He's seen Grimmauld Place!
  • Cedric: So where are we now?
  • ***
  • Lily: Ron must be really afraid if he's stopped saying “Voldemort”.
  • Albus: Perhaps not the most foolish of precautions.
  • ***
  • Alastor: You know why he's after Gregorovitch, don't you Albus.
  • Albus: I do. I'm curious to see if it will work.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Not a Christian but I appreciate the effort Potter.
  • ***
  • James: Ron isn't holding up too well.
  • Alastor: Some people aren't cut out for field work.
  • ***
  • Lily: The sword...?
  • Albus: Indeed.
  • James: So where is it?
  • Albus: Therein lies the question.
  • ***
  • Lily: He left...
  • James: I can't believe it. He's gone...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's it then. He can't find them. He's really gone.
  • Albus: Perhaps.
  • ***
  • James: He doesn't care about the sword. He wants to go home.
  • Lily: Back to where it all started.
  • ***
  • James: Welcome home Lily.
  • Lily: I never thought th- they built us a statue?
  • James: Damn right they did.
  • Sirius: Where’s my statue? Bastards.
  • James: Why would they build you one idiot? You helped kill us. Remember?
  • ***
  • Cedric: I thought Dumbledore would be here to see his family’s graves. But I'm guessing he's actually with them now so never mind.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's crying...
  • James: So are we...
  • ***
  • James: Do you think they would've gone to all this trouble if Voldemort hadn’t been defeated?
  • Lily: Of course not. We'd have been just three more victims.
  • ***
  • James: Something isn't right. Bathilda was the sharpest woman I've ever met.
  • Lily: And now she looks...dead.
  • Albus: That would be because she is indeed deceased.
  • Sirius: How could you know that?
  • Albus: I just came from visiting her.
  • Cedric: Then who is that?
  • Alastor: What, not who. And that is Bait.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Holy fucking shit!
  • James: Run Harry!
  • Lily: Hermione! That was close. What's wrong with him?
  • Albus: I believe he is trapped inside the memories of Voldemort. The memories associated with the last time he stood there.
  • Lily: Oh...
  • ***
  • James: Grindelwald?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: Do you have anything to say?
  • Albus: Keep watching.
  • ***
  • James: Is that a...
  • Lily: Snape. That's his patronus.
  • Cedric: How do you know?
  • Lily: Because that's mine.
  • ***
  • Lily: Take the Horcrux off. Take the Horcrux off. Take the Horcrux off.
  • James: Dammit Harry.
  • Cedric: This can't end well.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I take that back!
  • Sirius: About damn time Ron!
  • ***
  • Lily: Family.
  • ***
  • James: This is genuinely hilarious.
  • Cedric: Hermione is a badass.
  • Lily: So cute. They're all back together.
  • ***
  • Albus: Ah boys. I wish I was there to help. But alas I am not.
  • ***
  • Alastor: More breadcrumbs Albus? If you trust Severus so much why didn't you just give him a letter to send to them?
  • Albus: Old friend, in this matter, the journey is far more important than the goal itself.
  • ***
  • James: The Deathly Hallows?
  • Lily: What are they?
  • Sirius: A children's story.
  • Albus: I think you'll find, Mr Black, that most children's stories are based on truth.
  • ***
  • Alastor: They should never have come here!
  • Cedric: They took his daughter! He had no choice.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Albus...are the Hallows real?
  • Albus: They are.
  • Sirius: How do you know? How can you be sure?
  • Albus: Because I've held them all.
  • ***
  • Lily: I really hope you haven't just split them apart again.
  • Albus: They are behaving as I expected them to.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh it’s good to hear them again.
  • Sirius: Keep the faith.
  • James: NO! Ah Harry don't use the name.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Stay calm. Stick to your story.
  • Cedric: Too late. They've been found out.
  • James: They're taking him to Voldemort.
  • Lily: I think Harry is with him already.
  • ***
  • Albus: Poor Draco. I tried to help him.
  • Sirius: No you did the bare minimum. If you really tried to help him then we wouldn't be watching this.
  • Albus: I do believe you're right. But necessity demanded.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh God. They're going to torture her.
  • ***
  • James: The mirror?
  • Sirius: What use is that going to be?
  • ***
  • Sirius: Pettigrew! You treacherous bastard!
  • James: Wait! What? No!
  • Lily: ...he's dead. What just happened.
  • Albus: Love. Mercy. Forgiveness. Things such as these can forge terribly great magic. Harry spared Pettigrews life and created a debt. Peter's hand, a construct of pure magic, just repaid it.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's not here.
  • James: I don't think he wanted to meet the two people he betrayed and the one he blackmailed.
  • Sirius: He's gotten smarter. But I think I'll hunt him down.
  • ***
  • Albus: Oh my...
  • Lily: He's coming! You have to go!
  • James: Woah that was close! DOBBY! Excellent timing!
  • Cedric: Shell Cottage. Nice na- oh no. Don't...
  • Dobby: Master Dumbledore sir. What has happened?
  • James: Dobby. We are Harry Potters parents. We've been watching you help our son for five years. You've been so noble. So brave.
  • Lily: We want you to know, we love you so much Dobby. And you will always be with friends here.
  • Dobby: Kind Miss has Harry Potters eyes.
  • ***
  • Dobby: Such kind words from Sirs and Misses. And Harry Potter is sad.
  • Lily: Of course he is sad. He loved you more than we do. He is your friend.
  • ***
  • James: I don't understand what's going on.
  • Lily: Me neither.
  • Alastor: Then why don't you both shut up and listen to your son explain it all?
  • ***
  • Albus: Harry. You amazing young man. I'm proud of you my boy.
  • James: You had the Elder Wand? You took it from Grindelwald?
  • Albus: I did.
  • Lily: And why not give it to Harry?
  • Albus: You must pay closer attention Mrs Potter.
  • ***
  • Cedric: So we're planning again. But this time to break into Gringotts.
  • James: Should be fun. Did Godric really steal the sword?
  • Albus: It’s quite possible. No human account would ever admit to it. And who's to say the goblin history isn't biased either.
  • Lily: You were a teacher right?
  • ***
  • James: You're back. Moony has a son.
  • Sirius: Well I’ll be dammed. Good for you mate.
  • Lily: He looks so happy.
  • ***
  • Alastor: Weasley. As subtle as ever.
  • Cedric: Hermione is the only one who appreciates subtlety. The other two prefer a wand to the face.
  • ***
  • Albus: Once more unto the breach
  • ***
  • James: I recognise his voice.
  • Lily: Travers is the one who almost killed me. And then you dropped your wand and beat him half to death.
  • Sirius: Potter, your laziness is biting your son in the arse. “Half to death” finish the job!
  • ***
  • Lily: He just used the Imperius Curse...
  • James: It was necessary.
  • Alastor: Be grateful he's managed to avoid killing anyone. What was your bodycount?
  • Lily: More than zero.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Dammit! This is the ministry all over again.
  • James: Onwards. Get the Horcrux.
  • ***
  • Lily: They’ve got i- GODDAMMIT GRIPHOOK!
  • Alastor: They should have never trusted the goblin!
  • James: They had no choice! Time to go son!
  • ***
  • Cedric: They did it. They got the cup.
  • Sirius: Lost the sword.
  • Albus: They did well. But now Tom Riddle will know what they are hunting.
  • James: He already knows. Now what?
  • Lily: To Hogwarts.
  • Dobby: Once again Harry Potter frees a poor and hurt creature. He is truly great.
  • Albus: You are correct Dobby. He really is.
  • ***
  • James: They're in trouble!
  • Sirius: They need to-
  • Albus: Brother.
  • ***
  • Lily: Your brother isn't being helpful.
  • Albus: He's worrying more about their safety than their success. He's a better man than I ever was.
  • ***
  • James: Oh...
  • Lily: Albus...oh Albus I'm so sorry.
  • Albus: I should introduce you to my family. They would like you. But that may have to wait. I believe we are about to go home.
  • ***
  • Alastor: The war came to Hogwarts.
  • Albus: And here it will end. Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
  • ***
  • James: Use them Harry. You need the help
  • ***
  • Sirius: Why would you step out from the cloak?
  • James: He can handle Alecto.
  • Lily: So can Luna.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh good. He's used Cruciatus.
  • James: Let's just hope he doesn't need to use the last one.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Oh great. This dick.
  • James: Oh man! Look at Minnie go! Kick his ass!
  • Lily: They're on the same side!
  • Sirius: So?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I wish I was there. One last battle.
  • James: Me too Padfoot.
  • Sirius: Although...maybe not at this very moment.
  • Lily: This is so awkward. Jeez Fleur, really?
  • ***
  • Lily: Aww they made up.
  • Alastor: Just in time to die.
  • James: Death did not make you any cheerier did it?
  • ***
  • Cedric: See I’m impressed by the visual. But the fact that it’s always Slytherin versus the other three, seems to highlight a major problem in this school.
  • Albus: I agree Mr Diggory. A simple idea that has such permanent consequences.
  • ***
  • James: In the middle of a battle and he forgets what he's doing.
  • Lily: Has your attention span.
  • James: Why is it that every bad thing comes from me?
  • ***
  • Albus: The Grey Lady. Harry you marvelous young man.
  • Dobby: Ghost Miss Ravenclaw has always been kind to me.
  • Albus: Ah of course! Before he met with me. In case I escorted him out.
  • James: But where did he hide it?
  • Albus: I do not know. But I believe Harry does.
  • ***
  • Lily: Even now he is loyal to you.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Chamber of Secrets? Hell of a romantic date Ron.
  • Albus: Aaahh of course. These children are magnificent.
  • ***
  • Lily: It’s about damn time!
  • James: They're really going at it.
  • Alastor: Timing. Idiots.
  • ***
  • James: Sirius is following Tonks. Cedric and Alastor have gone to see other people.
  • Lily: I guess it's just us then.
  • Albus: Fitting in a way.
  • Dobby: Yes sir.
  • Hedwig: Hoot.
  • ***
  • Lily: These three again?
  • James: When are old school enemies not welcome?
  • ***
  • James: He just tried to kill Hermione...
  • Lily: Were we like this?
  • James: Probably.
  • ***
  • James: Fucking fiendfyre! You crazy bastard!
  • ***
  • Lily: We would never have tried to save them.
  • James: Speak for yourself. I saved Snape remember.
  • Lily: Oh shut up. They destroyed another Horcrux
  • ***
  • James: Oh no...
  • Lily: Hello Fred.
  • Fred: Blimey. You're the Potters! Professor Dumbledore! Oh hell!
  • James: Yes Fred you are dead. But if it makes you feel better, you can call me Prongs.
  • Fred: But my pare- YOU'RE JOKING!
  • Sirius: No he's not. I'm Padfoot. And this is Moony, who literally can’t duel to save his life.
  • Remus: I’d say it's good to see you Fred bu...James? Lily?
  • James: It’s good to see you old friend.
  • ***
  • Remus: It’s been years.
  • Lily: For you. Where’s Tonks?
  • Remus: Dolohov killed her after he did me. When Padfoot collected us she went to see Teddy.
  • ***
  • James: Let's go end this.
  • ***
  • Fred: This is chaos.
  • Alastor: This is war!
  • Fred: Mad Eye! You’re al- oh yeah I'm dead.
  • Sirius: You get used to it.
  • ***
  • Sirius: Dammit Hagrid!
  • Remus: Wonderful. Giants.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry. You can do this.
  • Lily: Luna! Bless your soul.
  • ***
  • Remus: I'm not sure how I feel about Voldemort using this place.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh God. Snape, run!
  • James: Too late.
  • Remus: What is he doing?
  • Albus: That's a memory.
  • Severus: Albus? Where are w- Lily??
  • Sirius: You sonofa-
  • James: Motherf-
  • Lily: QUIET! No one says a word until we see that memory.
  • Albus: If I may-
  • Lily: Not a word! You have both played with my sons life as if he were a piece in a game! No one has the right to talk until we see that memory!
  • ***
  • Lily: You bullied my son. And his friends. You went out of your way to torture and torment them. But you also risked your life for my son, every day for the last three years.I do not forgive you, but you can stay. For now.
  • Sirius: Wait what?
  • James: You heard her. But I swear, you pine after my wife even once and I'll punch you in the face.
  • Severus: I won't be here long. I want to see how it ends. After that, I will leave.
  • ***
  • Severus: It’s good to see you Lily.
  • Fred: He says after we just watched a montage based on sixteen years of his love for her.
  • Remus: Fred, shut up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I thought you'd be more disturbed about Harry having to die.
  • Lily: I...
  • James: Don't think for a second that we aren’t being destroyed inside. But there is no choice. Our son has t-...
  • Lily: To defeat Voldemort, our son has to die. And we'll be here to greet him.
  • ***
  • James: He told Neville. About the snake.
  • Lily: Oh. It's Ginny.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The Snitch?
  • Albus: Excellent Harry. I imagine you four should get ready.
  • James: Ready for what?
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Stone! Harry was right!
  • Fred: What the hell is that thing?
  • Albus: Old and powerful magic.
  • ***
  • Lily: He dropped it!
  • James: Harry NO!
  • Lily: Wh-what just happened? Why did Voldemort fall?
  • Severus: What did you do this time you mad old man?
  • Albus: My greatest work! My masterpiece! Engineered from beyond the grave!
  • Lily: Stop patting yourself on the back Dumbledore and tell me what happened to my son!!
  • Albus: Lily! James! Harry is alive! Now, let’s see if this works.
  • James: What? What are you muttering? What-WHERE DID HE GO?
  • ***(Due to Tumblr limits, the rest is under part 2)
Crazy For You [The Joker x Harley]

Summary: Harleen Quinzel can’t wait to sink her teeth into the Joker, unravel his elusive past, discover his secrets, and cure him in the process. But what she doesn’t realize is the Joker is equally excited to sink his teeth into her.
Author’s Note: Set in the suicide squad universe, before the movie.

“Miss Quinzel, I already told you no. His case has been closed for nearly two months now. Our top psychiatrists couldn’t make any progress with him, so what makes you think you’ll be able to?”

“Doctor, sir, it’s Dr. Quinzel, and I know he’s been deemed incurable, but I never even got a chance with him! I’ve been here four months already, I’ve done my research, please sir, just give me a chance, his case is the whole reason I came to Arkham!”

“The Joker is the toughest patient to ever be treated here,and to have him as your first high profile one, well, I’m sorry I just wouldn’t feel comfortable allowing it.”

“Sir, I don’t know what you mean by that?”

“Dr. Quinzel look at yourself, you’re a young, attractive woman, fresh out of school, the Joker would chew you up and spit you out.”

Harleen could tell Dr. Arkham was becoming exasperated with her, this was, in fact, the fourth time she had asked him to be put on Joker’s case. She couldn’t help herself though, it was truly fascinating what he’s done to himself. He was disfigured in a chemical accident ten odd years ago, and ever since then he’s been The Joker. It’s like the person he was before never existed, no one knows his real name, or anything about him other then his criminal record, which is extensive, and his psych profile, which was mediocre at best.

“With all due respect sir, you’re woefully mistaken. I am more than qualified and prepared to take him on. Just give me a chance please!”

“Agh, if it will shut you up Quinzel, I’ll give you one shot! And if you manage to get him to answer your questions, then maybe we’ll talk about making him your permanent patient. I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Oh believe me sir, I do.”

Harleen excused herself from Dr. Arkham’s office, and practically skipped down the hallway to her own, she could sing with joy. Finally, she was going to get what she came here for, The clown prince of crime himself in a room with her. No one seemed to ever be able to break through to him, and learn anything about his past, but she was going to change that. Not only that, she would get him to tell her everything, and with that information she would write a best-selling, tell-all book about his life, and cure him in the process. Maybe she was being a bit too ambitious, maybe even a little egotistical, but she was the type of person to get what she wanted, and what she wanted was The Joker’s secrets.

Harleen settled herself at her desk and opened her laptop to the notes she had already complied on The Joker. She had already touched on his chemical accident, and the empire he had built himself since, she had even carefully typed out each bogus sob story he had told his pervious doctors. The story about his abusive father, the story about his scarred wife, the story about his dead children, every twisted fairytale he had thought up about his past was documented here. She had started psycho analyzing him before she had even met him.

With what little information that had been scraped together about him, his shotty mental evaluation that simply read: insane, the bits written in old Doctor/Patient files she conveniently got her hands on, and his criminal record, she was fairly certain he was someone with an obsession with control and power; a megalomaniac to be exact. She hadn’t even met him yet and she had a title for him. This might not be an easy job, curing him, but it would be thrilling.

The next day Harleen arrived at work bright eyed, and ready to meet The Joker. Despite staying up until all hours of the night making up a list of questions to ask him, she had never felt more awake. From reading over interview transcripts from his sessions with his second psychiatrist, the only ones that were saved, she could tell he was oh-so boisterous, with a love for theatrics, getting him to talk about himself would be a piece of cake. This first session with his was going to be all about getting him to trust her.

“Morning Dr. Quinzel, how are you today?”

A guard named Thomas greeted her, every morning he was stationed at the door that led to the doctors private wing, this wing mainly consisted of offices, and the staff room. This was a daily conversation as she had to swipe her access card everyday to enter the corridor. She had grown to like Tom.

“Wonderful Tom! Today is my first session with The Joker!”

“Whoa, Dr. Arkham actually signed off on that? Jeez Harleen, are you sure you want to be his doctor?”

“Yes of course!”

She replied suddenly defensive.

“This is what I’ve worked for, it’s why I took this job. Are you implying that I can’t do it?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying, it’s just I was posted outside his cell one day, and even I was afraid of him, he’s crazier, and more dangerous than anyone in here.”

“This is what I’ve been trained to do Thomas, I’m not afraid of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

She brushed passed him, and basically stomped into her office, the lack of faith everyone had in her was maddening, didn’t anyone understand how perfect she was for this job? She was first in her class in university and even graduated early with her major focused on the clinically insane. Well the Joker was her ultimate test, to see how good she really was, if she could cure him, she could cure anyone. Plus, if she happened to write a hard hitting novel in the process well that wouldn’t kill anyone. The Joker liked to exploit his doctors, so it was time for one of his doctors to exploit him.

“Dr. Quinzel?”

She looked up from her notes, noticing Dr. Arkham poking his head through her door.

“Good morning sir, please, take a seat.”

She offered, gesturing to the chair opposite her desk.

Thank you Doctor, I was wondering if you were prepared for your session with the Joker today?”

“More than ready sir, I was actually going to come see you to see when and where you had set it up?”

“That’s actually what I came to talk to you about, the Joker’s situation is… different than any other patient you’ve ever dealt with.”

“How so?”

“His sessions are held in a secure room, with guards posted immediately outside the door. You are also required to keep a panic button with you at all times.”

“Why so many precautions, I know he’s dangerous, but isn’t he going to be locked in cuffs?”

"That hasn’t stopped him before.”

Dr. Arkham’s face was grave, as if he was preparing to her to walk into her own death sentence. Although, maybe he was.

"Alright thank you for the information sir, could you tell me when the appointment is?”

Dr. Arkham glance down at his watch.

"Five minutes.”


"I thought you said you were ready Dr. Quinzel?”

"I-I am b-”

"Great, I’ll send a a guard to escort you momentarily, good luck.”

Dr. Arkham left her office, and Harleen felt as if she could burst with anticipation. Within the hour, she would be sitting face to face with the Joker.

At that moment there was a knock at her door, and Thomas entered.

"Ready to go?”

Apparently he would be the one escorting her to the appointment.

‘Of course.”

The two of them walked in silence, as he lead her through the maze like building to one of the secure, interrogation-like rooms. Thomas stopped her outside the huge iron door.

"Um, here’s your panic button.”

He said nervously, jabbing the little red button at her.

"Where do I put it, I don’t want him to see it, he needs to trust me.”

"Can I?”

He asked, gesturing at the button, which she handed to him. Silently, he managed to fasten it to the inside of her lab coat.

"There, he’ll never know it’s there.”

"Thanks Tom, um are you going to open the door now?”

"Just be careful in there okay? I know you think you’re ready, but I can guarantee you’ve never seen anything like him before.”

"I’ll be careful, just open the door Tom.”

Begrudgingly, the young guard carefully opened the heavy door allowing her to step inside. The room was dreary at best, concrete floor, and dark walls. It was totally empty other than the security camera in the corner, and the stainless steel table bolted to the the floor in the center of the room. And, of course, the man chained to the table.

As she entered the room, his head turned to look at her, a smile wider than she thought possible plastered across his face.

"You must be Dr. Quinzeeelll.”

Alright, so this is what I got from Bitty’s tweets...

9/5 - Fueled by the magic of tub juice, Dex and Nursey hook up. Bitty is both shocked and impressed, clutching his hands to his chest as he drunkenly watches them get sloppy.

9/7 - Bitty attempts to talk to his frogs to piece together how they are doing (like, y’all, Bitty was certain that Dex was straight (granted, Bitty has spent like, the bare minimum of time around Dex bc 1. Bitty has a secret bf; and 2. Dex is constantly fixing shit and studying and chirping Nurse… they are busy boys). Dex is struggling and shuts down Bitty’s attempts at hospitality (”I just don’t get it, Jack… it’s not like I welcomed him to the ‘gay neighborhood’”… “Was there special pie?” “Oh, lord.” “Heh.”) and when he tries to talk to Nursey, Nurse informs him that he already has a mother. Bitty is deeply insulted. 

9/7 continued - Lured out of the basement (fuckin’ dryer) by the sweet sweet smell of pie, Dex sits down and realizes that shit. Even though he loves all the guys at the table, there’s no one that he can really… talk to. Because, he’s maybe a little less confused than he thought he would be, which just… confuses him further, and just… he really misses Shitty. From the gobsmacked looks on everyone’s faces, it’s clear that he said that part out loud. When Nursey comes into the kitchen, he scuttles away back to his dorm room and bites the bullet - and, he skypes Shitty. And immediately hangs up on Shitty when he thanks him for ‘trusting him with the moment’ (”You literally say that to everyone, man, shut the hell up.”). 

SOMETIME BETWEEN 9/7 and 9/10: Dex stops running when Nursey trys to talk to him… and they talk. And then, they talk. A lot. So much, jfc boys, pull up for air… shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaameful…

9/10 continued - At team dinner, Chowder asks if Nursey’s gonna be around to watch this awesome documentary on sharks with him, only to be informed that Nursey’s gonna be busy with ‘some Netflix and chill’. Chowder, sweet precious angel baby that Bitty thinks he is, is thrilled, because he loves Netflix.

9/10 continued… again - Dex makes a complicated face at Nursey over Chowder’s shoulders, and that’s it, Nursey just… fuckin’ starts cackling… and that’s when his Powerade goes spilling all over the place… and his face is just perfect priceless, and Dex can’t stop laughing - snorting and gasping and god - that just sets off Chowder, and they are a mess.

9/10 - But then Nursey shoots a private smile over at Dex… and yeah, Dex isn’t nearly as confused as he thought he would be.

9/16 - Bitty, though easily distracted, is nothing if not persistent, which is why he still tries to make sure that Dex and Nursey know that he’s always available if they need to talk… as long as it’s not during the weekends that he’s away… or in the middle of a Falconers games… or the exact moment a pie needs to come out of the oven… It’s amazing how similar the frogs are in the way they roll their eyes at him, and from the way Dex tells Bitty to chill… oh, lord. Maybe he does “mother” too much…

9/24 - So, it turns out that maybe Bitty was less onto something with Dex and Nursey than he thought… he had hoped that maybe something would come of their drunken hookup (bc Bitty loves them… and also, it was really, really hot to watch), but there they are… chirping and fighting and lord, those boys…

9/24 continued - WELL, NEVERMIND! Bitty will never question his detective skills again, because Dex and Nursey were holDING HAnDS on their way out of Faber and it was sO CUTE!

10/2 - After nearly a full month, Bitty finally gets his validation when Nursey and Dex come to dinner together, leaning into each other’s space, fingers tangled and just… looking like fools in love. Apparently they’re dating, and apparently they’ve been waiting to tell the team in case it exploded before it started… And maybe it’s just Bitty, but as he looks around the table, he comes to realize that it really feels like they’re all starting to date… each other… One in four, maybe more indeed.

So, I had this headcanon-y idea, and machawicket​ told me to write the thing (thanks for your input, friend!!) and this is what had happened from that. I hope you enjoy it. xx

Five times Oliver tries propose, and the one time he blurts it out.


“I almost asked Felicity to marry me two months ago,” Oliver blurts into the silence of the foundry one late evening.

Oliver turns away from the grindstone to see Diggle staring at him, mouth slack. Diggle drops the firearm he’s cleaning to the table with a solid clunk.

Oliver nods and continues. “I put it in a soufflé.”


“I almost—”

“Yeah,” Diggle interrupts. “Got the proposed part, but a soufflé, man? Really? You went rom com cheesy?”

Oliver feels his face heat and moves his eyes back to the arrowhead in his hand. “Yeah, well, I just wanted it to be memorable. Special.”

“Is choking on—what I assume is probably a family heirloom—special?”

“She wasn’t going to choke on it,” Oliver says with a huff. “She would’ve seen it.”

“And if she hadn’t?” Diggle shakes his head and laughs a little. “Nothing says romance like a trip to the ER.”

“Says the man who proposed in a hospital room.”

“Touché. So what’s been stopping you from proposing since the soufflé situation?”

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emily and lorelai: the ultimate emotionally ruinous gilmore girls relationship

so, now that i have adjusted to a world with a gilmore girls revival in it, i am reminded of how the lorelai/emily relationship never made quite as much progress as i desperately yearned to see, and how now we have a chance to see that happen, aaaaaaaah!

like, “i am kayak, hear me roar” had some really lovely moments between them – but then emily is back to being her frosty self by the end of the episode! and the last episode focuses on lorelai/rory, as well it should, but there was so much territory left unresolved with lorelai and emily, which frustrates me TO THIS DAY. i feel like their emotional journey got cut short abruptly, for sure.

(like, we never got a lorelai/emily hug, and i feel like we all wanted that before our eyes)


therefore, here is my vision of how some of these events could go.

+ i have never been that big on the idea of luke and lorelai having kids, because i just don’t see them as a kids couple (which might be because i don’t want kids and am projecting; i have no patience for jam hands!!!!1), but since it is something that they both wanted in canon, i am trying to reconcile myself. and so in my new headcanon, they are, like, expecting a kid, but haven’t married yet because last time was such a mess that they’ve decided, hey, we don’t need to be married to be partners for life. 

+ and, like, emily is like, “how can this be happening again?? you’ve been with the man for years, lorelai. it’s unacceptable to bring this child into the world like this when he or she has two perfectly available parents. are you really comfortable with birthing a– … well.”

“you can just say it: a bastard.”

“i am not calling my own grandchild a bastard.”

“actually, you kinda are.”

“i’m simply asking why you don’t do the decent thing and marry before the baby is born. god knows you’ll look like some sort of albino whale in a wedding dress–”

“my mother, ladies and gentlemen. putting even ma ingalls to shame.”

“–but at least the child will be legitimate. don’t you want your child to be legitimate, lorelai?”

“hell no.”

“excuse me?”

“if this kid’s legitimate, but rory’s still at bastard status, where does that leave her in terms of inheriting my legacy? things get very murky very fast. jeez, mom. crack an episode of game of thrones for once.”

“oh, honestly.”

the baby is born a totally awesome bastard.

+ then, once richard dies (sidenote: :’(((((((((( ), emily – probably sitting next to lorelai on the bed in the big and too-empty house, with tearstained cheeks but regal – says some amazing poignant things to lorelai about marriage and how it was the great joy and honor of her life to spend it with her best friend and most cherished companion, and that is the thing that finally motivates lorelai to go, ‘you know what luke, let’s get married.’ luke, of course, agrees.

+ maybe after richard dies, emily comes to stay at lorelai’s for awhile for company because it just feels wrong to be in that big house without him. emily gilmore, sleepin’ in rory’s old bedroom, living the stars hollow life. the potential for poignant emotions but also for absolutely bonkers comedy is so there. lorelai, luke, emily, and baby gilmore-danes: ultimate roommates. emily gilmore: the world’s most ill-equipped live-in granny nanny.

+ all of stars hollow pouring into the house all the time to check up on emily in her time of grief. emily having no idea what to do when babette gifts her a garden gnome.

“they’re such good listeners. they just have such wise little eyes, ya know?” babette says sympathetically.

emily most certainly does not know.

+ in planning the wedding, lorelai asks emily to walk her down the aisle. emily refuses. it simply isn’t done. “why don’t you have that french man do it? he’s been in your life for a long while.”

“i’m not having michel walk me down the aisle, mom.”

“why not? you have no older male relative you’re close to. you’ve been working with this man for well over a decade. he likes you, i presume, under all that affected snootiness. it’s not perfect, but it will have to do.”

“but i want you to do it,” lorelai says, angry and choking back tears. “why doesn’t that matter to you, mom? why can’t what i want ever be enough? don’t you get that this sucks for me too? he was my dad. he was my dad, and there was so much we didn’t get to work through and now he’s just gone, so can’t you just do this one thing for me? please?”

“no,” says emily (who can’t bear the idea of lorelai walking down the aisle without richard by her side, who had been waiting for that moment her whole life and will never get to see it), and leaves the room.

emotions are high, heartbreaking, and terrible.

+ “i’ll do it,” rory says, curling up next to her mom on the couch later.

“i know, kid,” says lorelai, and wipes tears away impatiently, and rests her head against rory’s.

+ but then, on the wedding day, at the very last minute, emily shows up, and she offers her arm to lorelai, and they walk down the aisle together, each shiny-eyed with emotions. they walk down the aisle to a sneaky orchestral version of “where you lead, i will follow” (or maybe “it’s a great day for a white wedding”). rory sits in the audience beaming and she and jess play with baby gilmore-danes in her lap. everyone in stars hollow watches with smiles and teary eyes. luke stands under the chuppah, waiting, with that smile that he has always smiled when looking at lorelai. emily smiles at them both – a low-key, about time ‘you have my blessing’ moment – and kisses lorelai’s cheek and leaves her to her almost-husband. she sits back down next to rory, and when kirk leans over from the aisle behind them to hand her a handkerchief, she takes it.

everyone dances all night and into the morning on the lawn of the dragonfly. everyone lives pretty darn happily ever after.

glints in the night, commas and amperands

an: Well. This happened. The Veronica Mars/ Captain Swan fic no one ever asked for. Any dialogue you recognize has been pulled from VMars or Once Upon a Time, and I own none of it. If you haven’t seen Veronica Mars, there is a big chance this will make zero sense to you, but I hope everyone enjoys it.

“I thought our story was epic you know. You and me. Spanning years and continents, lives ruined, bloodshed epic. No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.”

“Emma. I need your help.”

“I don’t… really do that anymore.”

This is how it begins. She’s kept out of the life for almost a decade now, it shouldn’t be that hard for her to say no now.

Only it’s Killian, and just like always, the pull of him is just…too much.

She makes excuses to Walsh as she packs her bag, tells herself she’s going to visit her brother and take that phone call from the law firm and she’s going to find Killian a good lawyer and that will be that. Done.

It’s been nine years, and Emma is over it.

(She’s almost a good enough liar that she believes herself. It was over before it ever began.)


He meets her at the gate and it’s like a little timer goes off - she’s been baking for nine years and here he is in his dress uniform, ready to take her out of the oven.


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Afternoon Tea and Peggysous 2x05

I’ll be doing something a little bit different than the usual scene by scene analysis because I feel there’s one crucial thing that needs to be discussed here. Generally, there’s this ridiculous conception within fandoms that if you don’t ship something, you hate one of the people involved. And with that comes the unnecessary ship wars nobody’s got time or nerve for. However, there’s one thing that’ll never change and it’s that often, if someone dislikes something, they’re going to see the worst in it and if someone likes something, they look for the best.   

Agent Carter does an excellent job with many things but subtly isn’t one of them (though I’d say this is actually lovely). We’ve known about Daniel’s feelings since the very first episode of the series and we’ve known that though Peggy’s heart hasn’t quite healed, she sees him differently then she sees the other men at S.S.R. That said, thank heavens this series is giving their relationship outstanding development. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi guys! Thanks for the amazing work you're doing :) I'm wondering if you have any fake relationship or arranged marriage fics? Stay awesome!

Hi there! Thank you for your ask and your compliments. So, fake or arranged relationship / marriage? You’re lucky that is one of our favorite subjects! If it’s non AU it’s always such a drama ‘cause Dean and Cas are being stupid and Sam is most of the time being hilarious, and if it’s AU… Well, let’s say, best drama is here in this tag. Among many other tags. Seriously, we’re not being that plausible anymore since we’ve too many “amazing”, “the best drama” and “my favorite” tags.

Anyway, get comfortable and start reading because these are awesome! Once again. Meanwhile I’m selling myself for some rich, good-looking manager or angel-bad-ass-boss or, well, for any kinda of Cas. Have fun! – Admin J

Title: Make Damn Sure

Author: SurlyCat

Rating: Explicit

Words: 124,823 – Ongoing

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I need this one finished like right now. RIGHT NOW. Please! I love it so much and I go to check it like every day ‘cause I live in hope that the author will post an update sometime very soon. That kind of a manager is the reason why I’m in this field. I’m still expecting my own manager Castiel to appear into my life. So far it ain’t looking good, though…

Summary: Dean Winchester is not thrilled about taking an office job at one the most powerful media corporations in the country. His work has always been hands on, but when Charlie tells him about the job opening and its comfortable salary, the temptation is just too great to turn down. And really, it wouldn’t be too bad if it weren’t for the blue-eyed man that also works there.

Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have crossed paths far too often over the last 12 years, with an unsavory outcome nearly every time. This time though, walking away is just not an option as they’re forced to collaborate on a project and learn to navigate each other like civilized human beings. For Dean and Cas though, nothing ever goes quite according to plan.

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Title: All Violent Reforms

Author: lastknownwriter

Rating: Explicit

Words: 38,883 – Unfinished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I know I recced this once before and I don’t wanna do it again, but… It’s just so gooooood. Let’s all send many comments and maybe the author will continue it for us, okay? I NEED THIS TO BE FINISHED. It’s unfair to start something this good and not finish it. I’ll take back all the stars I given to it. It really should be illegal not to finish your fics if you’ve once started to publish it.

Summary: When the angel Castiel found himself married to a lonely mechanic to avoid deportation, he expected nothing in his neatly ordered world would change.

But then, he never anticipated Dean Winchester.

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Title: Going to the Chapel

Author: nicKnack22

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 11,164 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: “You’re already perfect.”

Please, let me cry! PLEASE! my poor heart can’t take lines like that. Where is my own Dean or Cas who’s gonna say things like that to me?! Not fucking fair. Until the point in which they decide to get married right away this was so good, but I just couldn’t give it five stars because reasons. Because I’m a skeptical piece of shit, really.

Summary: And they’re gonna get married…At least, Sam and Sarah are. Dean and Cas are just pretending so that Sam’s in-laws will cut him some slack. That’s what Dean keeps telling himself anyway, as the lines between real and pretend start to blur, and he and Cas become closer and closer in the lead up to the big day.

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Title: Le Noveau

Author: museaway

Rating: Mature

Words: 23,548 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Do you know the feeling when you only need to see the name of the author and you already know you’ll love the story? That what happens to me with museaway’s fics, and this one wasn’t an exception. The crossover part was good, even though those fail in many fics. I like grumpy Cas and I like how Dean freaked out and the car part (“Don’t watch, Baby”). This is awesome!

Summary: A routine haunting lands Dean in a historic hotel with his brother, a flirtatious Cas look-a-like, and a grouchy Angel of the Lord masquerading as his husband.

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Title: We’ll pretend until we won’t

Author: flyingsolo_flyingfree

Rating: Explicit

Words: 15,750 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Okay, so, I liked the idea of the story and the author’s way to write, but something held me back the entire time I was reading. I don’t know, maybe this just wasn’t my kind of a story. Which is sad because theoretically should’ve liked it more.

Summary: There’s a vengeful spirit, so Cas drops in to play the role of Dean’s fiancé. Then there are Girl Scout cookies, and dusters, and Sam makes lots of friends while Dean and Cas earn themselves the reputation of the obnoxious bickering couple.

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Title: Oh What A Beautiful City

Author: MooseFeels

Rating: Mature

Words: 27,160 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: Judging by the amount of kudos this story has everyone else loves this story :’D So I’m reccing it despite my own dislike of it. I just can’t handle the amount of angst this has. I mean I love angst but this just (for me) feels like something a teenager with no real knowledge of “life” would write. Which isn’t really a bad thing necessarily, just not something I would enjoy reading at this age. When I was fourteen I would have loved this fic though!

Admin J’s notes: The author’s name touches me in some very deep way. It’s amazing and this note has nothing to do with the fic, I just wanted to point it out.

Summary: Castiel is an omega prince, who will let himself starve to death before he can be fetched by his betrothed. Things change a little when his betrothed comes for him a bit earlier than he expected.

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Title: Swept Inshore

Author: Marthypie

Rating: Explicit

Words: 123,766 – Ongoing

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I keep reccing this fic even though it’s not finished (probably abandoned), and I don’t know why because it’s not like I even love this fic. But despite not really loving this fic I’ve read it three times already! So it has to be worth reccing :’D

Summary: Castiel knew that as Prince of the Oceanic Kingdom , it was his duty to serve his King and country, and that he should feel honoured that his father had chosen him to bear the responsibility. Yet, whenever he thought about it, his heart would sink like an anchor to the bottom of the sea. Never in his life had he dreamt that his Father planned on selling him off to the Inlander nation as if he were merchandise.

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Title:  Let the Altars Shine

Author: tiptoe39

Rating: Explicit

Words: 70,395 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: This was a lot better than I expected it to be, but it still wasn’t my favorite Lol. I think this rec was better suited for Admin J since all her recs sound amazing compared to these. But hey, there needs to be at least a few top Dean fics in this rec right?!

Admin J’s notes: Well, what it tells about me if I have plenty of this kinda fics…? Sad!

Summary: For the sake of his family, Dean agrees to marry an angel he’s never seen. He’s not expecting true love, nor to uncover the mystery behind why the angels are taking husbands in the first place. But sometimes in marriage, the unexpected happens.

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Oh and I almost forgot! Please, all of you amazing followers and occasional readers, pity us poor Admins and be patient with your asks. The Box is closed for a reason atm (because once in awhile we need some time to read more fics to rec for you!), so please please please, don’t send us new asks via Submit. We like to keep that open in case someone wants to rec something for us to read! We really wish you understand! - Admins A and J

so much has already been said on this subject but because i am both incredibly disappointed and saddened by this, i would like to say my piece. 

i realize now that my optimism yesterday had been misguided. in an attempt to remain hopeful about something i’ve been looking forward to for almost four years (ie: someone else writing steve who isn’t rick remender), i gave people the benefit of the doubt who did not deserve it. while this is deeply personal, it will never be as personal for me as it is for those affected by anti-semitism.  

after nick spencer wrote the 75th annual issue of samcap, i truly felt like we found the right guy for the job. he seemed to understand steve and cap’s legacy better than rick remender who had done his best to drive cap into the dirt. however, one of the variant covers for that issue was a throwback to the first issue of captain america. in it, instead of steve or sam punching hitler. steve WAS in the place of hitler. i realize now, i should have taken this as a larger warning sign than i had. so, please forgive me for my misguided optimism. i can promise you it was coming from a place of deep love for this character and desperation to see him written well. 

the thing i love most about captain america is his inextinguishable will. he is someone who can endure the hardest of which life has to throw at him and still come out with his head held high. he will still have hope. this is what i hated most about remender’s run – that he made steve hopeless. now spencer has taken that a step further and turned steve’s core values into a farce. and in doing so, he has taken the hope i had about this run and the future of my favorite character and turned it into utter disappointment. although ed brubaker has his issues, for me he is still the last writer of captain america until someone else comes along who is more capable. 

captain america was created by two jewish men to be the figurehead of their anger about nazi germany and nazi sentiment in the united states. this should never be forgotten or ignored. there is no bigger way to spit on their legacy than to turn him into everything they stood against. oh, there is a bigger way – to say he had been that way all along and is doing it of his own volition. 

this was the only way i could’ve been on board with this. if it wasn’t steve. if he was brainwashed or mind controlled or something had gone horribly wrong when he got his body back, but the writers insist that this is steve. and that is not something i can look to with any kind of hopefulness. this is not my steve rogers. it is not anyone’s steve rogers. 

i have tried to remain tight lipped about this because i know, in the rp community this is a popular subject, but i want to say it loud and clear now: hydra/evil steve is a terrible concept which should not be indulged. it is taking a character who is built on goodness, honesty, bravery, conviction, and hope and turning all of that into a joke for a cheap thrill. 

there is nothing cheap about hope. and just the same, there is nothing thrilling about evil. 

this is not just steve being a bad guy. it is not just him doing deplorable things. it is not even him only being a sympathizer. it is him being actively and enthusiastically involved with the worst of the worst. and the worst thing, to me, is that this is a subject which has been touched on before by previous writers. it would have been so EASY to take the big blond blue eyed ubermensch and turn him into a big bad nazi. i can’t think of a single plot line which is easier to toss out than that. and that is the point. steve is supposed to be the person who squashes out everything which is expected of him. he was written purposely to be the “perfect man” just so he can prove that there is no such thing and if there is, he is not what people like the nazis wanted. nor is he what people like trump want. 

i hope nick spencer looks at WHO is on his side with this because i can assure you, they are not the kind of people that self-admitted loud liberal nick spencer wants on his side. 

in ultimates, they ran with this a little bit. they asked, what would someone who runs around with a flag on his chest and has been frozen for 50-so years really act like? they made him an asshole. he’s a little backwards. but in the end, he’s still a good person who has those core values i’ve mentioned above. ultimates isn’t a perfect run – far from it. but it played with this idea already and did it so much better than this ham-fisted half-assed storyline. 

now i don’t even have ultimates to fall back on and i think that’s what hurts the worst. the cap trilogy is over. there aren’t any more books coming out with a different version of cap i can cling to. this is all i have. and i am severely broken hearted about this. 

i held onto my hope and in many ways, i still am. i am hoping this is all a ruse. maybe steve is being a double agent. maybe this is some bad dream i’ll wake up from. either way, nothing will remedy the deep sadness i feel. 

still, i will remain hopeful because i learned from the best. the real captain america, wherever you are, i miss you and i will be here when you come back. 


only to be with him; a deancas au

A/N: A few notes going into this:

*The way angels fall or are made is not based on the mythology used in Supernatural; this is my own interpretation of how humans can become angels, and how angels can become humans.
*Yes, there is MCD in this, but it’s not sad or gruesome. I promise.
*This is just a short thing I wrote for fun about a year ago and never finished; I found it a few days ago and decided it was time to give this story a proper ending, so that’s what I did.
*Because this is only a quick fic, it is unbeta’d and any errors are mine.
*I hope you enjoy it!

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It has been a long journey, but he is finally here. The biggest sacrifice of his life is about to be made, the exchange of wings for feet, grace for sin, flying for falling, and Cas is perfectly calm. He knows that when he falls today, he will never have to spend another moment away from the man he loves. Dean’s emerald green eyes dance behind Castiel’s vision, causing his breath to hitch. He can already feel his ghost of humanness becoming present, his angelic senses dulling as he approaches the edge of Heaven, ready to fall to the ground below.

Castiel has known for quite awhile that he would fall, ever since he was called to raise an innocent man’s soul out of hell. He remembers it quite well, the day he realized it would all come to this. It was a quiet time in Heaven when he got the news, that the Righteous Man had been cast into the enemy’s fire and needed to be rescued. Of course no one volunteered for the job, Hell was no place for an angel, but something about the task drew Castiel in like a moth to a flame. Without a second thought he took off to that unholy abyss to rescue this soul and put it back together, a simple task for any angel.  

Or so Castiel thought. The state he found Dean in was astoundingly bleak. Forty years of fire and brimstone had ripped the boy to pieces, but his soul still shone bright like the North Star. It was the most beautiful thing Castiel had ever seen, that snow white soul a sore thumb among the other lifeless and dull ones, the most pure soul Castiel had ever witnessed in his long existence.

He did what he was told; he brought that soul out of the depths of hell and pieced Dean’s body back together from the ashes, welding every bone and muscle together to form the Righteous Man once again. Of course he threw in a few touches of his own, adding freckles that represented the Big Dipper on his golden back and burnt his handprint on the man’s shoulder. And with a cry of Dean Winchester is saved resounding through Heaven’s depths, Cas knew he was doomed to fall.

So yes, Castiel always knew it would come to this, his vessel’s toes curled over the rocky edge between the universes, his wings ripped out of his back, lying on the ground next to him in shriveled heaps. He knew that he would defy Heaven in the worst way possible, siding with a hunter over his own kin, and that when asked to choose angels or hunters, he would gladly jump off Heaven’s cliffs to join the human race.

He only has one last task to complete, one last agonizing step until he can join his love for good. Soundlessly, Castiel pulls the empty vile out of his jacket and the serrated blade, and makes a swift, tiny cut along his throat. With a shout the silver blue grace slides seamlessly into the tube, and Cas collapses to the ground. He only has enough residue of grace left to heal the wound and toss the blazing bottle through the portal before he crawls to edge, his humanity so close now he can feel it pulsing in his temples. All he needs to do to obtain it is fall, and so he does.

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